one-shots

Imagine 5

You walk to the dance floor, your arm hooked to your worst enemy. You guys had to work together for this job and pretend to be a couple. You were counting the seconds until this stupid job was over. You sigh loudly putting your arms around his neck and plastering a fake smile on your face. He smirks down at you clearly enjoying the job and puts his hands around your waist pulling you closer to him. You gasp at how close you guys are. One wrong move and his lips will be on yours. "So" he begins, resting his forehead against yours. "This is nice",
"There's nothing nice about this and why are you so close?" You begin getting annoyed at the feelings he's giving you. "Your perfume is making me want to gag" that's a lie, his perfume makes you want to kiss him and you hate it. A small smile forms on his lips.

He starts moving you guys faster to the beat. You forget the time, the mission, the people around you, everything. The only thing you can concentrate on right now are his eyes that are on you and you only and your moving body.
You get lost in the music and feel your body doing his own thing. A real smile forms on your lips this time. This was the first time you felt alive.

The music abruptly stops and you gasp when your enemy dips you down. One hand on your waist and the other on your exposed thigh, pushing your leg closer so the dagger stays hidden from view. Your hold him close, breathing fast. He looks down at your lips and comes closer to you. You feel yourself leaning in too. When you think he's about to kiss you, he stops and looks behind you. A smirk appears on his face and frown not understanding what's going on. "Maybe we should finish this later" he says locking his eyes with you again. "Our target just walked away, wanna finish him?",